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  • #1
    Cassandra Clare
    “Since I've met you, everything I've done has been in part because of you. I can't untie myself from you, Clary- not my heart or my blood or my mind or any other part of me. And I don't want to."
    ~Jace Wayland”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Glass

  • #2
    Cassandra Clare
    “And now I’m looking at you,” he said, “and you’re asking me if I still want you, as if I could stop loving you. As if I would want to give up the thing that makes me stronger than anything else ever has. I never dared give much of myself to anyone before – bits of myself to the Lightwoods, to Isabelle and Alec, but it took years to do it – but, Clary, since the first time I saw you, I have belonged to you completely. I still do. If you want me.”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Glass

  • #3
    Cassandra Clare
    “I was thinking about the first time I ever saw you," he said, "and how after that I couldn't forget you. I wanted to, but I couldn't stop myself. I forced Hodge to let me be the one who came to find you and bring you back to the Institue. And even back then, in that stupid coffee shop, when I saw you sitting on that couch with Simon, even then that felt wrong to me-- I should have been the one sitting with you. The one who made you laugh like that. I couldn't get rid of that feeling. That it should have been me. And the more I knew you, the more I felt it--it had never been like that for me before. I'd always wanted a girl and then gotten to know her and not wanted her anymore, but with you the feeling just got stronger and stronger until that night when you showed up at Renwick's and I knew.”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Glass

  • #4
    Cassandra Clare
    “Not everything is about you," Clary said furiously.
    "Possibly," Jace said, "but you do have to admit that the majority of things are.”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Glass

  • #5
    Cassandra Clare
    “Is this the part where you say if I hurt her, you'll kill me?"
    "No" Simon said, "If you hurt Clary she's quite capable of killing you herself. Possibly with a variety of weapons.”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Glass

  • #6
    Cassandra Clare
    “Malachi scowled. "I don't remember the Clave inviting you into the Glass City, Magnus Bane."
    "They didn't," Magnus said. "Your wards are down."
    "Really?" the Consul's voice dripped sarcasm. "I hadn't noticed."
    Magnus looked concerned. "That's terrible. Someone should have told you." He glanced at Luke. "Tell him the wards are down.”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Glass

  • #7
    Cassandra Clare
    “Patience, grasshopper," said Maia. "Good things come to those who wait."
    "I always thought that was 'Good things come to those who do the wave,'" said Simon. "No wonder I've been so confused all my life.”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Glass

  • #8
    Cassandra Clare
    “You said you were going for a walk!? What kind of walk takes six hours?"
    "A long one?”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Glass

  • #9
    Cassandra Clare
    “But-" Maia, still looking at Alec and Magnus, broke off and rasied her eyebrows. Simon turned to see what she was looking at - and stared.
    Alec had his arms around Magnus and was kissing him full on the mouth. Magnus, who appeared to be in a state of shock, stood frozen. Several groups of people - Shadowhunters and Downworlders alike - were staring and whispering. Glancing to the side, Simon saw the Lightwoods, their eyes widen, gaping at the display. Maryse had her hand over her mouth.
    Maia looked perplexed. "Wait a second," she said. "Do we all have to do that, too?”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Glass

  • #10
    Cassandra Clare
    “Jace shook his blond head in exasperation.
    "You had to make a crazy jail friend, didn't you? You couldn't just count ceiling tiles or tame a pet mouse like normal prisoners do?”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Glass

  • #11
    Cassandra Clare
    “Have you tried talking to her?"
    "No. We've been punching her in the face repeatedly. What? You don't think that will work?”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Glass

  • #12
    Cassandra Clare
    “I have a fetish for damsels in distress.”
    “Don’t be sexist.”
    “Not at all. My services are also available to gentlemen in distress. It’s an equal opportunity fetish.”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Glass

  • #13
    Cassandra Clare
    “Look, you can date whoever you want and I will totally support you. I am all about support. Support is my middle name.”
    “So that’s why you never told me your middle name. I figured it was something embarrassing.”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Glass

  • #14
    Cassandra Clare
    “Look, did you ask me to come all the way uptown just so you could stare at me like I was something in a petri dish? Next time I'll send you a photo."
    "And I'll frame it and put it on my nightstand," said Jace.”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Glass

  • #15
    Cassandra Clare
    “Isabelle and Sebastian? Hardly. Sebastian’s a nice guy – Isabelle only likes dating thoroughly inappropriate boys our parents will hate. Mundanes, Downworlders, petty crooks…”
    “Thanks,” Simon said. “I’m glad to be classed with the criminal element.”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Glass

  • #16
    Cassandra Clare
    “You never called me back," he said. "I called you so many times and you never called me back."
    Magnus looked at Alec as if he'd lost his mind. "Your city is under attack," he said. "The wards have been broken, and the streets are full of demons. And you want to know why I haven't called you?"
    Alec set his jaw in a stubborn line. "I want to know why you haven't called me back."
    Magnus threw his hands up in the air in a gesture of utter exasperation. Alec noted with interest that when he did it, a few sparks escaped from his fingertips, like fireflies escaping from a jar. "You're an idiot."
    "Is that why you haven't called me? Because I'm an idiot?"
    "No." Magnus strode toward him. "I didn't call you because I'm tired of you only wanting me around when you need something. I'm tired of watching you be in love with someone else - someone, incidentally, who will never love you back. Not the way I do."
    "You love me?"
    "You stupid Nephilim," Magnus said patiently. "Why else am I here? Why else would I have spent the past few weeks patching up all your moronic friends every time they got hurt? And getting you out of every ridiculous situation you found yourself in? Not to mention helping you win a battle against Valentine. And all completely free of charge!”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Glass

  • #17
    Cassandra Clare
    “Fresh is better. But you've never drunk fresh blood. Have you?"
    Simon raised his eyebrow in response.
    "Well, aside from mine of course," Jace said. "And I'm pretty sure my blood is fan-tastic.”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Glass

  • #18
    Cassandra Clare
    “And quit baring your fangs at me. It's making me nervous."

    "Good," Simon said. "if you want to know why, it's because you smell like blood."
    "It's my cologne. Eau de Recent Injury." Jace raised his left hand.”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Glass

  • #19
    Cassandra Clare
    “Romanian? That's impressive," said Jace. "Not many people speak it."
    "Do you?" Sebastian asked with interest.
    "Not really," Jace said with a smile so disarming Simon knew he was lying. "My Romanian is pretty much limited to useful phrases like, 'Are these snakes poisonous?' and 'But you look much too young to be a police officer.”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Glass

  • #20
    Cassandra Clare
    “Look, I asked you here for a reason. Much as I hate to admit it, vampire, we have something in common."
    "Totally awesome hair?" Simon suggested.”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Glass

  • #21
    Cassandra Clare
    “I see that you are working this vampire angle with some success. And kudos. Lots of girls love that sensitive-undead thing. But I'd drop the whole musician angle if I were you. Vampire rock stars are played out, and besides, you can't possible be very good.”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Glass

  • #22
    Cassandra Clare
    “I'm glad you think this is funny."
    "You're not happy to see me, then?" Jace asked. "I have to say, I'm surprised. I've always been told my presence brightened up any room. One might think that went doubly for dank underground cells.”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Glass

  • #23
    Cassandra Clare
    “I used to think being a good warrior meant not caring,” he said. “About anything, myself especially. I took every risk I could. I flung myself in the path of demons. I think I gave Alec a complex about what kind of fighter he was, just because he wanted to live.” Jace smiled unevenly. “And then I met you. You were a mundane. Weak. Not a fighter. Never trained. And then I saw how much you loved your mother, loved Simon, and how you’d walk into hell to save them. You did walk into that vampire hotel. Shadowhunters with a decade of experience wouldn’t have tried that. Love didn’t make you weak, it made you stronger than anyone I’d ever met. And I realized I was the one who was weak.” –Jace pg. 531-532”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Glass

  • #24
    Cassandra Clare
    “Love didn't make you weak, it made you stronger.”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Glass

  • #25
    Cassandra Clare
    “Actually," Clary said, "I think he stayed because of me."
    Jace's glaze flicked up to hers with a flash of gold. "Because of you? Hoping for another hot date, was he?"
    Clary felt herself flush. "No. And our date wasn't hot. In fact, it wasn't even a date. Anyway, that's not the point. When he came into the Hall, he kept trying to get me to go outside with him so we could talk. He wanted something from me. I just don't know what."
    "Or maybe he just wanted you," Jace said. Seeing Clary's expression, he added, "Not that way. I mean maybe he wanted to bring you to Valentine.”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Glass

  • #26
    Cassandra Clare
    “You’re here!” Isabelle danced up to them in delight, carrying a glass of fuchsia liquid, which she thrust at Clary. “Have some of this!”
    Clary squinted at it. “Is it going to turn me into a rodent?”
    “Where is the trust? I think it’s strawberry juice,” Isabelle said. “Anyways, it’s yummy. Jace?” She offered him the glass.
    “I am a man,” he told her, “and men do not consume pink beverages. Get thee gone, woman, and bring me something brown.”
    “Brown?” Isabelle made a face.
    “Brown is a manly color,” said Jace, and yanked on a stray lock of Isabelle’s hair with his free hand. “In fact, look – Alec is wearing it.”
    Alec looked mournfully down at his sweater. “It was black,” he said. “But then it faded.”
    “You could dress it up with a sequined headband,” Magnus suggested, offering his boyfriend something blue and sparkly. “Just a thought.”
    “Resist the urge, Alec.” Simon was sitting on the edge of a low wall with Maia beside him, though she appeared to be deep in conversation with Aline. “You’ll look like Olivia Newton-John in Xanadu.”
    “There are worse things,” Magnus observed.”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Glass

  • #27
    Cassandra Clare
    “The first morning Simon had been at Amatis's house, a grinning lycanthrope had showed up on the doorstep with a live cat for him.
    "Blood," he'd said, in a heavily accented voice. "For you. Fresh!"
    Simon had thanked the werewolf, waited from him to leave, and let the cat go, his expression faintly green.
    "We'll you're going to have to get your blood from somewhere," said Luke, looking amused.
    "I have a pet cat," Simon replied. "There's no way.”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Glass

  • #28
    Cassandra Clare
    “Maybe I can climb one of those," Simon said, eyeing the fat white pillars that held up the slanted roof of the Hall. Runes were carved on them in overlapping patterns, but otherwise there were no visible handholds. "Work off steam that way."
    "Oh, come on," Clary said. "You're a vampire, not Spider-Man."
    Simon's only response was to jog lightly up the steps to the base of a pillar. He eyed it thoughtfully for a moment before putting his hands to it and starting to climb. Clary watched him, open-mouthed, as his fingertips and feet found impossible holds on the ridged stone. "You are Spider-Man!" she exclaimed.”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Glass

  • #29
    Cassandra Clare
    “I just wanted to say that it's okay if you dislike me. If you make Clary happy, I'm fine with you." He stuck his hand out, and Jace took his own hand out of Clary's and shook Simon's, a bemused look on his face.
    "I don't dislike you," he said. "In fact, because I actually do like you, I'm going to offer you some advice."
    "Advice?" Simon looked wary.
    "I see that you are working this vampire angle with some success," Jace said, indicating Isabelle and Maia with a nod of his head. "And kudos. Lots of girls love that sensitive-undead thing. But I'd drop the whole musician angle if I were you. Vampire rock stars are played out, and besides, you can't possibly be very good."
    Simon sighed. "I don't suppose there's any change you could reconsider the part where you didn't like me?"
    "Enough, both of you," Clary said. "You can't be complete jerks to each other forever, you know."
    "Technically," said Simon, "I can."
    Jace made an inelegant noise; after a moment Clary realized that he was trying not to laugh, and only semi-succeeding.
    Simon grinned. "Got you."
    "Well," Clary said. "This is a beautiful moment.”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Glass

  • #30
    Cassandra Clare
    “I always thought that 'Good things happen to those who do the wave' No wonder I've been so confused”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Glass



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